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Poster: slow brown fox Date: Mar 21, 2010 6:02pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Billy Kreutzmann / Steve Kimock Tomorrow Night

I'm replying to this post randomly. I knew the Dead guys when they were the Wildwood Boys, which was before Mother Mc Cree. I knew Bob Matthews, who was their first roadie, through the Quaker Youth Group, Young Friends. Through him I met Bobby Weir. I used to go hear the band play at the Tangent. Bobby and I had a young love, and I took him to my Senior Prom. I went to Paly, and he went to Menlo Atherton. I was really closest to Ron McKernan. He and I used to go sit in my car and drink Thunderbird and other vile drinks like Aruba, which tasted like fermented bubblegum. Another musician we used to hang with was Joe Novokovich, who, like Garcia, had disfigured fingers but could still play a mean autoharp. I also had a flinglet with Eric Thompson, who later became known with his wife Susie. He and I were buds w/ the guy who started the Tangent, whose last name was Zaplowa. He ran a contest to guess what that meant. He said it meant "big wind" in Polish. I remember having a sweatshirt w/ that on it. I wish I had hung on to it. I last saw Ron at a Halloween party at Ken Kesey's in La Honda. Dean Moriarty was rapping nonstop on a loudspeaker and Ron and the others were playing background. I last saw Bobby on street corner of Telegraph Ave in Berkeley when the Dead were playing. I was living in an apartment building where other tenants were members of Country Joe and the Fish, specifically John Gunther and Barry Melton. I met my first husband at Cal, where he was teaching theater set design. His boyhood friend was Rock Scully, so we had that in common. I've always been kind of cheesed that the closest any writer ever came to those really early days of the younger Dead members and friends was to refer to Connie Bonner, who was a year behind me at Paly. She used to look up to me because I was the one who really knew the band. One of the last people from those days I ran into was Margie Clyde, who became a Buddhist monk. I was doing a meditation retreat at the monestary where she lived, and I recognized her, bald head and all. Ah, so much time under the bridge--or is it water? I guess it's March Madness and the Vernal Equinox that's getting to me. I'm a grandma now and have been through many iterations since those days, including being involved with the underground cartoon scene. I finally had to start making money for retirement, so I became a lawyer. Now that's done, and I can relax and ruminate on the old days. Anybody else want to share?

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Poster: slow brown fox Date: Mar 22, 2010 2:12am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Billy Kreutzmann / Steve Kimock Tomorrow Night

I find I must reply to my own post. Memory cells are disappearing fast. Joe N. played the banjo (although maybe the autoharp too); of course it was Neal Cassidy, not his fictional counterpart, who free-formed at Kesey's that Halloween 1965, and it was Sandy Bull who accompanied, not Ron McK. Someone should tap my brain soon before it all goes away.

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Poster: vapors Date: Mar 22, 2010 3:15am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Billy Kreutzmann / Steve Kimock Tomorrow Night

Thanks for sharing – it is nice to get first-hand input from the early days.
Stick around and join in more if and when you feel it – this is a funny place at times, but we obviously all do love the Grateful Dead!

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Poster: slow brown fox Date: Mar 22, 2010 10:45am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Billy Kreutzmann / Steve Kimock Tomorrow Night

You're welcome, Vapors. It's nice to recapture the memories--and I've got a million. I went all through junior high and high school (until he dropped out) w/ Billy Kreutzman. My older sibs had his mother for a teacher (gym, I think). I was in the same class as Sara Rupenthal's little brother Steve, but we didn't know each other, as he was a jock and I was a proto hippy. I knew the New Rider lead singer too, but I can't remember his name. I'm sure you know who I mean. I remember the last time I saw Jerry was about 20 years ago. I picked my daughter up at the airport when she was coming back from Hawaii, and Garcia was on the same plane. I felt kinda sorry for him, 'cause my girl is gorgeous, and his daughters, unfortunately, seem to have inherited his looks rather than their mothers'. I know that's very superficial, but Sara in particular was so delicate that it took me aback to see a picture of Heather. The only time I ever saw her was when she was a baby. I was in the group hanging at her and Jerry's house, and she was not at all delighted to have a bunch of starstruck teenies cluttering up her living room. We left, and Jerry and Ron nearly got in a fist fight--I forget why--and I was so appalled, as I hate violence. This is good--I'm getting this stuff down before it evaporates into, shall I say it?--the Vapors.

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Poster: slow brown fox Date: Mar 22, 2010 1:40pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Billy Kreutzmann / Steve Kimock Tomorrow Night

Posting to myself again. It was Tim Dawson who was in New Riders, right? I remember him and Rich McCauley and Julie Aldige. I remember Hamilton House where the band lived before the Haight. (My grandma lived just two blocks away.) They turned me on to my first James Brown song, "Outta Sight," which was before "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag." I'm thinking I was snarky about Garcia's girls in my last post. After all, we all lose our looks in the end. My current moniker is a sad variation of Quick Brown Fox, which is what Hinckle and Clancy called me when I worked at Coppola's magazine City when I was married to my second husband, underground cartoonist Guy Colwell (Inner City Romance, Doll). Anyone else from the old days out there, or am I just spitting in the wind?

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Poster: Daddy D Date: May 27, 2010 1:36pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Billy Kreutzmann / Steve Kimock Tomorrow Night

I wouldn't call it "spitting into the wind".

More like "reliving memories & telling stories to anyone who's interested in listening".

I'm enjoying listening (reading) to you ruminate & drive down "memory lane"!